Date: Wed, 28 Aug 2002 15:00:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: chip ster
Subject: Camp Clover For Boys 02
Camp Clover For Boys
By Chipster071053@yahoo.com
LEGAL STUFF: If you're offended by stories with a sexual content, don't
read this. If you're under age, don't read this. If it's illegal to be
caught with this stuff where you live, don't read this.
This story will eventually have boy/boy, boy/man, boy/girl, boy/woman,
group and other assorted combinations.
This is my first effort at erotic fiction, although my story "Weekend In
Houston" is posted in the Nifty Archives under Bisexual/College, and is a
basically true story. Your comments on this and the other story are welcome
at chipster071053@yahoo.com. The story belongs to me under copyright laws
of the United States, and any reposting without my permission will get you
in bunches of trouble.
And now, our story continues.
Chapter 2
Dan Tyler wasn't really surprised by what he saw as he looked
around the corner into the showers. He knew that his son had been
masturbating for at least a couple of years, and knew that Timmy and Tom
had been fooling around together almost as long. He had almost caught them
on a Scout campout last fall, but decided that it would be better to leave
the two of them alone. He wasn't sure how far the two had gone together,
but the sight in front of him made him think that it was just jack-off
sessions.
Timmy had his eyes closed as the waves of pleasure coursed through
him. Tom had his back to the door, so he couldn't see Mr. Tyler.
Dan pulled his head back and decided to wait a few minutes before
coming back into the locker room. After all, Timmy didn't know his dad was
coming to pick him up, and Dan didn't want him to know he'd been caught.
Timmy finally opened his eyes and stared at Tom, who had been
watching from under the water spray.
"Man, that must have been a GOOD one, from the look on your face,"
said Tom. "You looked really blissed out there."
"It was, and having you watching made it even better," said
Timmy. "I must be a real show-off."
"Yeah, maybe you belong in a porno show or something," chuckled
Tom. "Hey, we'd better get out of here before we get caught!"
The two boys rinsed quickly and stepped back into the locker
room. Tom's cock was in it's usual half-hard state, while Timmy's had
shriveled to its normal size. They pulled on their underwear and were
getting pants on when Timmy's dad returned to the room.
"Hi, Timmy! Hello, Tom," said Dan to the two half-naked boys.
"Hi, Dad! I didn't expect you here!"
"Hello, Mr. Tyler."
"I got off work a little early, so I thought I'd stop by and pick
you up. Looks like you two are the last ones here," said Dan.
"Yeah, Coach asked us to help pick up after practice, so we're
running late," said Timmy. "I rode my bike over."
"That's OK. We can load it in the back of my pickup. I want to go
upstairs and talk to the Coach, so come on up and get me when you're
dressed. Tom, do you want a ride home, too?" asked Dan.
"No thanks...I'm going over to the mall to meet my parents and my
sister," said Don.
"Say 'hi!' to them for Timmy's mom and me. We need to get together
with your parents before the summer retreat starts," Dan said.
"I'll do that!" replied Tom.
When Dan had left, Timmy asked Tom, "What are you going to be doing
while our parents are on their retreat?"
Tom replied, "I don't know. The last couple of years my sister has
stayed at home with me, but she has a summer job working at some girls'
camp, so I don't know what I'll be doing. I suppose Mom and Dad will be
telling me tonight. Hey, maybe I can go to this camp you're going to!"
"I don't know, but I can find out from my parents how I got in and
maybe figure out how to get you in, too," replied Timmy.
The two boys parted company at the top of the stairs, Tom going out
and Timmy heading toward the Coach's office.
"He's really developed over the last several months," Timmy
overheard the Coach tell his father from outside the door. "Got a really
good physique, built up a lot of stamina, and he's become one of the best
swimmers I have. And his suit has really filled out, too. That kid needs to
start wearing a strap or something. If he gets much bigger, that thing of
his could really develop some drag."
"I'll see if I can find a nice way to tell him," chuckled
Dan. "Besides, he'll be going to Clover this summer and they can help him
work on that."
"Yes, I've already spoken to the swimming coach there, and he'll
make sure Timmy gets lots of practice," said the Coach.
The two men chuckled at each other.
So Dad knew about Camp Clover. Timmy decided it was time to make
his appearance.
"I'm ready, Dad."
"OK, go load your bike in and I'll be there in a minute," said
Dan. "I'm just about finished here."
Timmy pulled back from the door, but kept listening.
"I know my son really appreciated Clover when he went a few years
ago," the Coach told Dan. "I've never been prouder of him than when his new
video came out a few weeks ago."
"I saw it in the catalog and have been meaning to get a copy," said
Dan. "That's his fourth video, isn't it?"
"Five, if you count the one they made at camp that year," Coach
said. "They're supposed to go to Mexico to shoot the next one. Understand
they're looking for some younger talent to put in that one. Maybe Timmy
would fit in."
"Let's not jump the gun. Timmy hasn't been to camp yet. Let's see
what happens, then we can decide if he's star material or not. Better get
running, I don't want to keep him waiting too long."
Hearing his father about to leave, Timmy headed around the corner
and out the door, grabbing his bike and loaded it into his dad's truck.
"How was practice, son?" asked Timmy's father when he got to the
truck. "Coach says you're doing very well."
The two chatted about practice, and school as they headed
home. Timmy saw his mother's car in the driveway as they pulled up to the
house, so he was hoping that he could find out more about what he had
overheard at the "Y" later that evening.
At supper, Timmy mentioned the letter and asked what his parents
knew about it.
"Oh, yes. We put in your application to Camp Clover over a year
ago. We weren't sure you'd be able to get in, but it looks like you are,"
said Timmy's mother Kate.
"What kind of a camp is it, anyway? Is it like a scout camp?" asked
Timmy.
"Well," answered Dan, "it's a lot like that. You'll do a lot of
outdoor activities, and swimming is a big part of what you'll be
doing. They'll have archery and hiking, too. I know you'll like it
there. And besides, the camp is near where our retreat is being held. We
might be able to get together while we're all there."
"What about Sis? What's she doing while we're gone?" asked Tim.
"She's going to be a counselor at the girls' camp across the lake
from where you're going. She and Tom's sister will be there all summer,"
said Kate. "In fact, she'll be leaving right after school gets out. They'll
be there for eight weeks."
Dan asked, "Did your letter say anything about your physical?"
"Yes, it did. Why do we have to go to a different doctor for it?"
asked Timmy.
"There are some special tests that have to be done for this camp,"
answered Timmy's Dad. "The camp can be strenuous, so they have to do some
blood work and a few other physical tests like reflex and do a male exam."
"What's that?" asked a puzzled Timmy.
"They'll be checking your crotch and rectum for signs of strain,"
answered Tim's mother. "The camp won't want to you to have a hernia or
anything like that."
"MOM!" exclaimed Timmy.
"She's right, son," added Dan. "If you're going to be doing a lot
of swimming and weight lifting, you're at an age where you need to be
checked anyway. This doctor the camp uses is very thorough and he'll be
able to find any problems quickly."
Just then, the phone rang. Timmy's mother excused herself from the
table to answer it.
"Timmy, it's for you. It's Tom," she told the boy.
Timmy went into the kitchen to take the call.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Timmy. You know that camp you got the letter from? Well, I got
one, too. My folks say we're lucky to get in at all."
"Great! Hey Mom and Dad! Tom got a letter from Camp Clover, too,"
Timmy told his parents.
"And we'll be in camp at the same time!" added Tom. "I'm supposed
to go for a camp physical Friday afternoon."
"Mine's Friday morning," Timmy told Tom. "Dad says it's a special
one."
"Yeah, Dad says the Doctor will probably stick his finger up my
ass. Boy, I hate that," groaned Tom.
"I didn't want to think about that part," chuckled Timmy. "My
doctor tried that once and it hurt like hell."
"My dad says there are some things I can do to make it easier. I'm
not sure what that meant, but we're supposed to talk about it before I go
to bed tonight," said Tom.
"If they work, let me know," said Timmy. "I've gotta get back to
dinner. Can I call you later?"
"Nah, I've got some homework to do, so I'll see you in the
morning. Bye!"
"OK...tomorrow. Bye." Timmy hung up the phone and went back to the
table.
I didn't want to think about that part," chuckled Timmy. "My doctor tried
that once and it hurt like hell."
"My dad says there are some things I can do to make it easier. I'm
not sure what that meant, but we're supposed to talk about it before I go
to bed tonight," said Tom.
"If they work, let me know," said Timmy. "I've gotta get back to
dinner. Can I call you later?"
"Nah, I've got some homework to do, so I'll see you in the
morning. Bye!"
"OK...tomorrow. Bye." Timmy hung up the phone and went back to the
table.
The next day at school, Tom was acting strangely when Tim sat down
next to him in the lunch room.
"What's the problem, Tom? You look like the doctor's already shoved
his finger inside you," said Timmy.
"He sorta has," answered Tom.
"Whadda ya mean?"
"Last night, my Dad gave me this thing to stick up inside me. He
says it will stretch my asshole out and make getting the exam a lot
easier," Tom said. "He told me to put it in and sleep with it inside. I
took it out before I left for school this morning, but I'm really sore. Dad
says after I've had it inside me for a couple of nights it will be more
comfortable."
"Is it anything like that thing my mom uses when she gives me an
enema?" questioned Timmy. "That thing hurts, too."
"No, it's kinda shaped like a Christmas tree, about three inches
long, with a flat base that stays outside. The asshole muscles hold it
in. Funny thing is, after I'd had it in for a while, it felt good. I woke
up with a really stiff hard-on this morning and when I jacked off I really
shot a load," said Tom.
"And your Dad told you about all this?"
"And he showed me how to put it in. You have to use Vaseline and he
rubbed it on the plug. He told me to take off my underwear, lay down on my
bed and pull my legs back up to my shoulders. Then he spread some around my
asshole," confied Tom. "When he pushed it in, he did it really slow so it
wouldn't hurt much."
"You let your Dad do that to you?" questioned Timmy.
"Sure. He's not going to do anything to hurt me. He's my Dad!"
answered Tom. "Hey, come on over after school and I'll show you."
Just then the bell rang and the two parted, headed back to
class. Timmy wasn't sure he wanted to see this plug thing, but if Tom's dad
said it would make the exam less painful, he wanted to give it a try, too.
The two met after school and headed to Tom's house. When they got
in, they found no one else there, which relieved Timmy. He'd been thinking
about this all afternoon, and the more he thought about it, the more
excited he got. Sometimes when he jacked off in bed, he ran his finger over
his asshole, and even once had pressed his finger down and it felt really
good, but he'd never thought about sticking anything inside. Now, Tom had
told him that not only had his Dad stuck a three-inch plug up his ass, but
that it felt good, too.
The boys went into Tom's bedroom, and Tom got the plug out from a
small box that had been in his bedside table. There was also a tube of lube
in the drawer.
"This is the thing I told you about," Tom told Timmy. "Wanna see
how it works?"
"Sure," answered Timmy. "What do you want me to do?"
"Well, you can grease it up while I get my pants off." With that,
Tom started unbuckling his belt while Timmy picked up the plug and the
Vaseline and began to rub it on.
"Now I'll lay on the bed like Dad had me do last night, and you put
some of that stuff on my hole," directed Tom.
Timmy did as he was told, and rubbed a little bit around the pink
hole between Tom's ass cheeks.
"Now take the plug and start putting it inside me," Tom told Timmy.
Timmy put the tip of the plug on Tom's hole and started pushing it
in, slowly like he remembered Tom saying at lunch.
Tom started squirming and Timmy hesitated. "No, don't stop. It
feels pretty good going in this time."
Slowly, Timmy slid the thing into his friend's waiting ass. When he
finally got it in to the base, he looked at Tom's face for the first time,
and was surprised to see Tom smiling.
"You OK?" asked Timmy.
"Oh yes," answered Tom. "That really felt great. And look at my
cock! I can't remember it EVER feeling this hard!"
Timmy looked up and finally noticed his friend's shaft sticking
straight up. While he knew Tom's cock was big, he couldn't remember it ever
being this big. Almost as a reflex, Timmy reached out and took Tom's cock
in his hand.
"OH GOD!" shouted Tom. "That's great! Jack me off! Oh, please,
Timmy! Make me cum!!"
(more to come)
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